Vicious female supporting role, gender male

But he won't be crazy for long, he is terminally ill, and he will die soon.

There were three murderers who killed Ming Ye: one was his father's confidant, who had been secretly executed by him a year after Ming Ye's death; the other was his father, who had passed away half a month ago; Live March.

After his death, Mingye's revenge will be considered revenge.

I don't know if he will go to hell after his death, will he see Mingye again?But Ming Ye should have already been reincarnated, and even if Ming Ye hasn't been reincarnated yet, Ming Ye definitely doesn't want to see him, right?

If it wasn't for him, how could he die tragically tomorrow night?Back then, Ming Ye was only seventeen years old, so he should have a bright future.

He killed Ming Ye because of his own selfish desire. It is good that Ming Ye does not hold grudges against him. He shouldn't expect to see Ming Ye again.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that his heart was hurting very much. He held his heart and coughed for a while, and coughed up a lot of blood. He was given pills by a follower to feel better.

He withdrew his outstretched hand, bitter in his mouth, there was nothing in his palm, there was no one in the carriage except himself and his two attendants, where would there be a bright night?

Is it all my illusion?

He shook hands, put his palm on his lips, and kissed lightly.

But the palm of his hand seemed to still have the warmth of the night.

Is he getting more and more crazy?

But he still opened his mouth and asked the two attendants beside him: "Is there a fourth person in this carriage just now?"

One of the attendants replied truthfully: "My lord, there was indeed a fourth person in this carriage just now, but that person was quite strange. For some reason, he knew that Your lord was ill, so he chased him in the carriage and said to the driver, "Master Chen." I'm sick." The coachman saw that you had vomited a lot of blood, sir, and stopped the carriage immediately. Then the man passed us, hugged him in his arms, took out the medicine bottle from his palm, and poured it out again. The pills came, and I fed the adults to take the medicine, but because there was too much blood in the adults' mouths, the blood rushed out as soon as the pills went in. Seeing this, he actually sucked the blood from the adults' mouths, and even swallowed the pills, Oral feeding to the adults. But when the adults woke up, he jumped out of the carriage."

Hearing these words, Chen Qingxi had extravagant expectations and asked nervously, "What does he look like?"

The entourage recalled: "There is only one candle lighting the carriage, and the subordinates can't see it clearly. It should be a poor-looking young man with a handsome appearance."

Another follower added: "About seventeen or eighteen years old."

Looking poor and handsome, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, could it be Ming Ye?

He sat up on the ground, opened the curtain, looked out, and there was indeed a carriage not far away.

Will you be in the carriage tomorrow night?

No, Ming Ye has already passed away, how could he be in the carriage?

The young man described by the entourage is probably only somewhat similar to Ming Ye.

But if it's just similar, why did the boy hold himself in his arms?Why would he suck out blood for himself, and why would he give himself medicine by mouth?

He stroked his lips subconsciously, his heart beating like a drum for a moment.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in his ear: "That boy got off this carriage."

It was his entourage who made the sound, and what the entourage was referring to was the carriage not far away.

He instinctively wanted to check that the carriage was in the carriage Mingye, but he hesitated. If the boy was not Mingye, he would be happy in vain; if the boy was really Mingye, since Mingye jumped off the carriage If he left, would it prove that Mingye would not forgive him?Why should he bother?

He thought hard for a long time, lay down, pulled off the quilt, and wanted to fall asleep, but tossed and turned.

He didn't fall asleep until the rooster sang outside.

After about two hours, he woke up. He couldn't help but carefully opened some curtains to watch the movement of the carriage not far away.

He acted resolutely, he had never been so hesitant, let alone such a small act.

As soon as he touched on matters related to Ming Ye, he immediately changed from the high-ranking, calm and prestige Yin Chen of the capital to a young man who was unable to protect his beloved.

However, there was no movement in the carriage, and no one entered or exited the carriage.

Sometimes he was full of hope, and sometimes he sighed dejectedly, and he really became more and more crazy.

But all of this was covered up by his calm skin, and no one noticed his abnormality.

At dusk the next day, he finally arrived at the Chen family's ancestral house, his eyes were pale when he got off the carriage, and the sound of mournful weeping filled his ears.

As his father's only son, should he look distraught?

But his facial muscles didn't listen to his command, and the corners of his lips evoked a smile instead.

That's right, the reason why he rushed from the capital to Longxian City in a hurry was not to attend the funeral, but to witness the death of Ming Ye's murderer with his own eyes.

In fact, his father loves him very much, apart from killing Ming Ye and forcing him to marry a wife, his father has never done anything wrong to him, but he has never done anything wrong to his father.

But he couldn't forgive his father, so what did his father plan for him, so what if he exhausted all his efforts for him, after he lost Mingye, he had nothing left, rich clothes, fine food, high officials and generous salary, to him, nothing could match A strand of hair from the bright night.

"My lord..." He heard the entourage beside him calling him, with a terrified tone, maybe he was frightened by his expression?

He smiled back at the follower: "What's the matter?"

In this dynasty, filial piety was emphasized. In order to sit in a high position, control the locust plague with his own hands, and reduce begging children, he pretended to be filial piety.

This camouflage lasted nearly 40 years, and he disguised it so well that he almost deceived himself.

However, to this day, he can't pretend no matter what.

He walked towards the mourning hall unhurriedly, with a smile on his lips, and his hands trembling slightly because of being too excited.

Seeing his appearance, relatives and friends who came to the funeral began to whisper, either guessing that he was crazy, or pointing out that he was bewitched.

He didn't care, walked to the coffin, walked over his father's body, and then straightened his father's shroud, while pretending to say: "Father, your son is late, so don't blame him."

Father naturally wouldn't answer, but in the next moment, he uncontrollably grabbed his father's neck with both hands.

Due to the freezing weather, my father's body was still relatively well preserved, only layers of corpse spots appeared, and the smell of the corpse was pungent, but it had not yet started to rot.

I don't know if it was because of his death, or because of his advanced age, but he didn't use much force, and his father's neck broke, with a crisp and sweet sound.

Everyone was shocked and stepped forward one after another, and it was with great difficulty that he let go of his hands.

One by one, he pushed away the fingers that everyone attached to his hands, with a calm expression, as if what happened just now had never happened.

Then, he actually thanked everyone: "Thank you for coming to see my father for the last time."

That night, he changed into filial piety clothes to keep watch for his father, and sat in a daze with no expression on his face.

At the moment when he was waiting for the son, he suddenly found a plate of winter dates among the tribute.

He didn't have time to think about it, as if his feet had self-awareness, he rushed out of the door to look for the carriage, but the carriage had disappeared.

Unable to repent, he stood in the boundless wilderness, not knowing what to do.

He coughed again, and blood gushed out of his body, moistening his jaw, neck, and skirt...Being hit by the north wind, he shivered from the cold, and after a while, the blood turned into ice slag, piercing his body. His flesh hurt, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't hurt his heart.

He should immediately check whether there is tomorrow night in the carriage, instead of delaying until there is no chance to check.

Thinking of this, he noticed that his body was shaking unceasingly, and he was spinning around in an instant.

Just before he fell into the wilderness, he seemed to hear someone calling him: "Qingxi..."

He looked up, and was surprised and delighted to see Ming Ye running towards him, Ming Ye was still the same as when he was a boy.

—Is he actually dead?Otherwise, how could Ming Ye, who had been killed for many years, appear in front of him?

It doesn't matter if he is dead or dead, as long as he is willing to see him tomorrow night.

Perhaps in an instant, perhaps in thousands of years, he was held in Ming Ye's arms.

Ming Ye sobbed and called him: "Qingxi..."

He stretched out his hand to caress Ming Ye's cheek, tried his best to smile and said, "Ming Ye, I'm sorry."

Afterwards, he lost consciousness, and his right hand suddenly dropped.

Seeing this tomorrow night, she thought that Chen Qingxi had died, so she boldly checked Chen Qingxi's breath before she felt relieved.

He struggled to carry Chen Qingxi on his back, and went to an abandoned hut nearby. The hut was full of dust, and he wiped it again and again before helping Chen Qingxi onto the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he put his hand into Chen Qingxi's lapel. Fortunately, Chen Qingxi carried the small medicine bottle with him.

Chen Qingxi was in a coma and couldn't swallow the pill, so he had to keep it in his mouth, and it took a lot of effort to make Chen Qingxi swallow it.

He fed Chen Qingxi some water, then went to bed, hugged Chen Qingxi and fell asleep.

He only has two days left, and this physical body bestowed by Feng Rugui only has one day left.

No matter what Chen Qingxi thought of him, he wanted to seize the last moment to get closer to Chen Qingxi.

When Chen Qingxi woke up, she felt that someone was hugging him, and she felt nervous. She opened her eyes and saw Ming Ye, but she even forgot to breathe.

He held his breath, stared at Ming Ye intently, and hugged Ming Ye tightly with both hands instinctively, to confirm that Ming Ye in front of him was not an illusion.

While confirming that Ming Ye is not an illusion, he also confirmed that he has not died yet.

Mingye was hugged by Chen Qingxi so uncomfortable that she was forced to wake up.

Immediately, Chen Qingxi's face was reflected in his eyes. He collected himself and didn't know what to say, so he called out again: "Qingxi..."

"Ming Ye." Chen Qingxi choked up, "Ming Ye, I miss you very much."

"I miss you very much too." Ming Ye took the initiative to kiss Chen Qingxi's lips. Chen Qingxi let Ming Ye kiss for a while, then rolled over and pressed on Ming Ye's body, wantonly sweeping Ming Ye's lips and teeth.

After a while, Ming Ye struggled to get up, pushed Chen Qingxi away forcefully, and fled out of the bed in a hurry.

Chen Qingxi chased after her, surrounded Ming Ye, and asked anxiously, "Why are you running away?"

Ming Ye tremblingly said: "I'm already a ghost, aren't you afraid?"

Chen Qingxi didn't care how Ming Ye returned to the sun, but asked with a smile: "I'm going to be a ghost, are you afraid?"

Ming Ye firmly replied: "No matter what monster you are, I will not be afraid."

"That's good." Chen Qingxi coughed lightly, "Tomorrow night, you can accompany me to have breakfast."

Ming Ye reminded: "You don't have to go back..."

Chen Qingxi understood what Ming Ye was referring to, and interrupted: "Come with me to have breakfast."

The sun was shining today, before walking out of the hut, Chen Qingxi suddenly realized that the sun would not be visible tomorrow night, so she turned her head and said, "I'll go and buy breakfast, you wait in this hut for my return."

Ming Ye clasped Chen Qingxi's wrist and said, "I want to go with you."

"Aren't you a ghost?" Chen Qingxi kissed Ming Ye's forehead, "It's better not to see the light?"

Ming Ye shook his head and said, "I'm a ghost, but I'm not afraid of the sun. Someone gave me a body like a mortal."

"Really?" Seeing Ming Ye nodding, Chen Qingxi took Ming Ye's hand and said, "Let's go."

When the two of them stepped out of the hut, Chen Qingxi stared at Ming Ye, fearing that Ming Ye would be unwell, but luckily Ming Ye was fine.

Chen Qingxi spent the years before the age of ten in Longxian City. Later, when his father went to Beijing to take office, he had no choice but to leave Longxian City.

On the fifteenth day of the year, after visiting his grandfather and grandmother, he saw Ming Ye for the first time on his way back to the capital from Longxian City, and brought Ming Ye home.

Chen Qingxi found his favorite breakfast shop when he was a child, sat down, ordered a bowl of noodles with scallion oil, a drawer of steamed buns, and asked Ming Ye in a low voice: "Since you have a physical body, should you Can I eat? What would you like to eat?"

Mingye's physical body does not need to eat, and since he hasn't eaten for many years, he has already forgotten the taste of food.

Hearing Chen Qingxi's question, he was startled, thinking about ordering a bowl of seaweed soup and a salted egg yolk meat dumpling.

The two meals came soon, he took a bite of the salted egg yolk meat dumpling, drank a sip of seaweed soup, and couldn't help crying.

He is already a ghost, and in two days, he must rush back to the underworld, otherwise he will be cast into the animal realm.

But why is it just a mouthful of salted egg yolk meat dumpling and a mouthful of seaweed soup, so that he has the real feeling that he is a living person now?

He wanted to be a living person, he wanted to eat more human food, and he wanted to be with Chen Qingxi for a long time, he was reluctant to part with Chen Qingxi.

He wiped away his tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean, so he threw himself into Chen Qingxi's arms and wept bitterly.